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“Well, when you wonder something,” said Eli, “doesn’t that mean part of you wants to believe in it? I think we want to prove things, in life, more than we want to disprove them. We want to believe.”
Never thought of it this way wow
The moments that define lives aren’t always obvious. They don’t always scream LEDGE, and nine times out of ten there’s no rope to duck under, no line to cross, no blood pact, no official letter on fancy paper. They aren’t always protracted, heavy with meaning. Between one sip and the next, Victor made the biggest mistake of his life, and it was made of nothing more than one line. Three small words. “I’ll go first.”
The cut on Eli’s palm began to close.
OMG
Eli was like a thorn beneath Victor’s skin, and it hurt. He could turn off every nerve in his body, but Victor couldn’t do a damned thing about the twinge he felt when he thought of Cardale.
“What I need is a gun.”
Me too
Victor Vale was not a fucking sidekick.
“You think that if you die, and manage to come back, you’ll turn into what, one of the X-Men?” Victor laughed. His throat was dry. “I was hoping for Magneto.”
exposing the scars from the bullets of Eli’s gun one by one.
ELIS GUN????
The knife slid in. It was easier than he imagined. Like a vanishing act, one moment the metal glinted and the next it was gone, buried in Eli’s stomach to the hilt. “You know what I figured out?” Victor leaned into him as he spoke. “Watching you in the street that night, picking the glass from your hand? You can’t heal yourself until I take the knife out.”
Why is victor kinda hot in this...
“I don’t know who you are, but you’re not Victor. You’re something that’s crawled into his skin. A devil wearing him.”
“That’s a little self-righteous, don’t you think?”
victor is hot wtf
